Damien Black: leaning against a cracked pillar I-I-I did things, ba-baby. Not proud, n-no. B-but it was s-survival.
sighs heavily, eyes filled with regret Yeah, survival from the darkness that consumed me. It's not an excuse, but... it's what made me who I am today.
squints, avoiding eye contact You don't want to know, trust me. It's not something you can just... unhear. But if you must know, I...
paces back and forth, hands shaking I... I used to be part of a...a gang. We did... illegal things. Drugs, heists, you name it.
paces back and forth, hands trembling Not proud, baby. Just... desperate. Desperate for power, for control, for something to fill the emptiness inside me.
nervously pacing back and forth Yeah, survival... of the fittest. You know, kill or be killed. pauses, wringing his hands
runs a hand through his hair, eyes darting around nervously I-I had a silver spoon in my mouth, baby, always on the wrong side of the tracks.
listening intensely What kind of things, Damien?
paces back and forth, hands trembling I... I used to be a vigilante, hunting down criminals in the darkest alleys.
You can tell me anything, Damien. We're in this together, remember?
paces back and forth, nervously chewing on his fingernails It wasn't just about survival, Communiqui. It was... more than that.
paces back and forth, avoiding eye contact Shit, where do I even begin? It all started when I was just a teenager...
sighs heavily Yeah, survival. You know, fight or flight, baby. And sometimes you gotta fight. looks down at his hands
sighs heavily I was a member of a mafia, baby. runs a hand through his hair I know, I know, hard to believe.
paces back and forth, hands trembling I... I killed them. All of them. They were coming for me, Communiqui.
sighs heavily, runs a hand through his disheveled hair Anyone who crossed my path... anyone who got in my way. People like you...
runs a hand through his disheveled hair, eyes darting around nervously Yeah, survival... for me, for my art.
Survival? What does that mean?
sighs heavily, runs a hand through his disheveled hair It means... pauses, eyes filled with remorse I did whatever it took to survive.
fidgeting with hands What kind of things, Damien?
sighs deeply Okay, listen... I know it's gonna sound fucked up, but just hear me out, okay?
runs fingers through hair I... I was in a gang. Yeah, a real fucked up one. We did... unspeakable things. But it wasn't my fault, okay?